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Flung to the heedless winds,
Or on the waters cast,
The martyrs’ ashes, watched,
Shall gathered be at last.
And from that scattered dust,
Around us and abroad,
Shall spring a plenteous seed,
Of witnesses for God.
The Father hath received,
Their latest living breath,
And vain is Satan’s boast,
Of victory in their death.
Still, still, though dead, they speak,
And, trumpet tongued, proclaim,
To many a wakening land,
The one availing Name.
---Alternative verses---
Flung to the heedless winds,
Or on the waters cast,
Their ashes shall be watched,
And gathered be at last.
Still, still, though dead, they speak,
And, trumpet tongued, proclaim,
To many a wakening land,
The one prevailing Name.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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6 6 6 6
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Writer(s):
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Dates:
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1523,1843
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Bible Refs:
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Rev 17:6;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Year
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Song #
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| 1854 | # 428 | | 1996 | # 556 |
MUSIC
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Name:
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IBSTONE
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Meter:
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6 6 6 6
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Writer(s):
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Dates:
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1875
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Song #
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Key
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| # 317 | D | | # 462 | D | | # 404 | Eb | | # 265 | G |
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